I wish i could say im better.
That im not sad anymore.
That smiling is easy now.
That I'm different from before.
But if I said that I'd be lying.
Because I'm still not okay.
I've gotten better yes.
But it's a battle through each day.
I haven't cut in a long time.
But that doesn't matter much.
The want and need still remains.
With every hurtful touch.